Can't Turn Around
Monday morning mirror
Giving you the blues
Junk drawer filled with pennies
All your quarters got used
The pretty little fire that used to carry you through
Was nothing but a promise that never did come true
You got your heart tied up
In knots so tight they'll never come undone
Your cup's filled up but your thirst is gone
Now you're counting the miles between the lost and the found
How far can you go 'til you can't turn around?
It's been three years since you left this tired town
All the folks still ask why you never come around
Big city shoes, two inch heels
Tell me, how good does it feel?
Do you remember that night
Under the quarter moon when we danced like fools?
The world was right
The world was new
Now you're counting the miles between the lost and the found
How far can you go 'til you can't turn around
Autor(es): Delaney Doucha Barber